edge, I could feel him hardening on my tongue, his breaths coming faster and faster as I feathered light kisses around his swollen head. He pulled away for what seemed like minutes but were actually seconds. I needed him, wanted him more than my next breath. Then I felt my legs being raised and something wet against my…
“Dylan! No! ” I screamed.
“Trust me Brooke, I won’t hurt you. I love you.”
“I’ve never…”
“You’ve never what princess? Done anal play before?”
“No” I whispered.
“Well then, we’ ll take it slow; I won’t use anything but my pinky for now, but someday I would really love it if you would give me the gift of having this.”
“I don’t know, I’m scared Dylan.”
“ Shh princess, remember; trust me and use your safe word if you need to.”
“Okay” I said softly. Then he lifted my thighs higher and slammed into me, hard. He pulled out and slammed into me hard again, rubbing that delicious spot deep inside me before he moved slow and teasingly with each deep stroke.
“Dylan” I moaned as I felt the invasion in my deepest, darkest place. I was like putty in his hands, so relaxed that it only added to the exquisite feeling with each stroke of pleasure. My body shook as I came hard calling his name, clinging to him as he followed in bliss with me.
“I love you so much Brooke; it hurts. You are mine ; forever.”
“Ditto” I said trying to keep my emotions at bay. If I said anymore, I would melt into heaping puddle of tears. My wrists were freed, my blind fold removed. The light blue handkerchief that he used for blind folding had the initials DMP embroidered on it.
“What does the M stand for?” I asked pointing at the light blue fabric. Dylan pulled me into his lap, caressing my hair, arms and kissing behind my ear and neck. He whispered in my ear, “Matthew.”
“Dylan Matthew Prescott, I like that” I said.
“What’s yours Brooke?” I’m sure he already knew since he had information available at his fingertips.
“Brooke Elizabeth ,” I replied.
“Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman, it’ll be even more beautiful when your last name is Prescott.” I ran my fingers down his cheeks, feeling the roughness of his stubble; I loved the rugged look on my man. I looked deep into his soulful blue eyes, falling deeper in love with him. I didn’t think I could live without him now that I had him and although, I had doubts and reservations about our relationship, one thing was clear; we needed each other for our own survival. I kissed him softly, slowly feeling our lips meld together. I wanted, needed to let him feel how much I loved him, words were not enough. We were interrupted by a car honking as it drove by on the nearby dirt road. We both laughed, like two teenagers getting caught doing something they shouldn’t be, dressed and headed back to the road.
The animal shelter that housed Ziggy was about a two mile drive. It was an old farm house that had been converted into a shelter. Chain link fence surrounded the property and separated the kennels from one another. I hated animal shelters for the simple fact I couldn’t take every animal home with me. The sooner we got to Ziggy the better. A sweet, young girl named Lauren greeted us at the reception desk. As I spoke her focused gaze remained on Dylan. I laughed to myself thinking, oh little girl he would be too much for you to handle. Dylan always knew exactly how to handle the girls. He had a way of giving them the attention they so desired, making them feel special but making it clear who his number one was; me. He pulled me closer to him, letting his hand rest just above my butt and kissed me softly. Dylan was always reassuring his love for me.
Ziggy greeted me with a nice, wet kiss. He was huge, almost half my size and he was still technically a puppy . He immediately gave Dylan the sniff
“Dylan! No! ” I screamed.
“Trust me Brooke, I won’t hurt you. I love you.”
“I’ve never…”
“You’ve never what princess? Done anal play before?”
“No” I whispered.
“Well then, we’ ll take it slow; I won’t use anything but my pinky for now, but someday I would really love it if you would give me the gift of having this.”
“I don’t know, I’m scared Dylan.”
“ Shh princess, remember; trust me and use your safe word if you need to.”
“Okay” I said softly. Then he lifted my thighs higher and slammed into me, hard. He pulled out and slammed into me hard again, rubbing that delicious spot deep inside me before he moved slow and teasingly with each deep stroke.
“Dylan” I moaned as I felt the invasion in my deepest, darkest place. I was like putty in his hands, so relaxed that it only added to the exquisite feeling with each stroke of pleasure. My body shook as I came hard calling his name, clinging to him as he followed in bliss with me.
“I love you so much Brooke; it hurts. You are mine ; forever.”
“Ditto” I said trying to keep my emotions at bay. If I said anymore, I would melt into heaping puddle of tears. My wrists were freed, my blind fold removed. The light blue handkerchief that he used for blind folding had the initials DMP embroidered on it.
“What does the M stand for?” I asked pointing at the light blue fabric. Dylan pulled me into his lap, caressing my hair, arms and kissing behind my ear and neck. He whispered in my ear, “Matthew.”
“Dylan Matthew Prescott, I like that” I said.
“What’s yours Brooke?” I’m sure he already knew since he had information available at his fingertips.
“Brooke Elizabeth ,” I replied.
“Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman, it’ll be even more beautiful when your last name is Prescott.” I ran my fingers down his cheeks, feeling the roughness of his stubble; I loved the rugged look on my man. I looked deep into his soulful blue eyes, falling deeper in love with him. I didn’t think I could live without him now that I had him and although, I had doubts and reservations about our relationship, one thing was clear; we needed each other for our own survival. I kissed him softly, slowly feeling our lips meld together. I wanted, needed to let him feel how much I loved him, words were not enough. We were interrupted by a car honking as it drove by on the nearby dirt road. We both laughed, like two teenagers getting caught doing something they shouldn’t be, dressed and headed back to the road.
The animal shelter that housed Ziggy was about a two mile drive. It was an old farm house that had been converted into a shelter. Chain link fence surrounded the property and separated the kennels from one another. I hated animal shelters for the simple fact I couldn’t take every animal home with me. The sooner we got to Ziggy the better. A sweet, young girl named Lauren greeted us at the reception desk. As I spoke her focused gaze remained on Dylan. I laughed to myself thinking, oh little girl he would be too much for you to handle. Dylan always knew exactly how to handle the girls. He had a way of giving them the attention they so desired, making them feel special but making it clear who his number one was; me. He pulled me closer to him, letting his hand rest just above my butt and kissed me softly. Dylan was always reassuring his love for me.
Ziggy greeted me with a nice, wet kiss. He was huge, almost half my size and he was still technically a puppy . He immediately gave Dylan the sniff
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